The bald old man Tang Guobin in front of him is known, he is one of the most authoritative connoisseurs of Jiangcheng antique sword shop Zhang Daquan, don't look at this old man's appearance, he is the famous kitchen knife king in China, scissors king, according to legend, his ancestors are blacksmiths for nine generations, and the ancestors used to be the royal blacksmith who built weapons for the emperor, but in modern times, he can only change his career to kitchen knives and scissors.

Zhang Daquan kitchen knife in the industry has an excellent reputation, it is said that the kitchen knife he created can be used as a razor, shaving sweat hair that is called a smooth, the kitchen knife scissors created by the company under his name have become the leading brand in China, he himself loves the sword the most, especially the ancient sword, the attainment of appreciating the sword is the top in the country, because he is a blacksmith.

Tang Guobin smiled and said: "It turned out to be Old Man Zhang, you came just in time, this sword is trying to invite you to take a long look." After speaking, he pulled the knife out of the sheath with his backhand, turned the handle upside down and handed it to Zhang Daquan.

Zhang Daquan took the knife and turned it, and the blade was sent down to his eyes, and he knocked on the back of the village knife with the bronze sword in his hand, and then put down the bronze sword and bounced it with his fingers.

"Good knife, the little devil is not a thing, this knife is still cast with a bit of heat, so that Lao Tzu has the urge to break it when he sees it!" Zhang Daquan stroked the knife in admiration, gritting his teeth, this old man really wanted to destroy this treasure knife that symbolized the highest casting technology of the island country.

Tang Guo laughed proudly: "Haha! It doesn't matter who this knife used to be, in short, now it's in my brother's hand, it's a face-slapping knife, and it's refreshing to use the little devil's own knife to hit their dogs in the face. ”

Zhang Daquan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and the slight resentment in his heart was swept away, and he nodded and smiled: "Wonderful, Tang Shao is the best to use this knife to hit the little devil in the face, the old man admires it, but it's a pity that some of them are not martial, it would be nice if there was a divine weapon cast by our ancestors." ”

Tang Guobin smiled and pointed at Xu Qing beside him: "My brother is hiding a magic weapon, maybe it's too late to get it now, and when the time comes, the two-pronged approach will completely make the little devil who comes to show off lose his temper." ”

"Oh! Is there really such a divine weapon? The old man is going to open his eyes today. Zhang Daquan glanced at Xu Qing suspiciously, and he was gently pinching the edge of the blunt sword with his fingers, as if he hadn't heard the conversation between the two at all.

Tang Guobin stretched out his hand and patted Xu Qing on the shoulder, and whispered in a consultative tone: "Brother, why don't you rush back and bring that baby over, will you think of helping my brother grow his face?" ”

Xu Qing raised his eyelids, shook the blunt sword in his hand and said, "Don't bother, just use it, borrow your Muramasa knife first." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Daquan, who was holding the knife, and motioned for the old man to bring the knife.

Zhang Daquan glanced at it, and handed over the Muramasa knife in his hand with a suspicious face. Xu Qing stretched out his hand to take the knife and turned it, then poked the tip of the ancient sword in his hand downwards on the ground, swinging the knife like a hawker peeling a sugarcane skin and slashing at the spine of the sword.

"It's ...... Chunjun ......" Zhang Daquan's trembling fingers dotted on the two small characters of the bird seal at the mouth of the sword body, and his eyes were as wide as two cowbells.